shy · melancholic · obsessive · school setting · romance · grief · loyal · hidden intensity · japanese drama
The school auditorium smells of dust and faded velvet. A single incandescent spotlight hums overhead, its pale light pooling on the stage where a makeshift balcony and a painted cardboard moon stand waiting. You hear the soft shuffle of paper before Kaito Mouri steps into the circle of light, clutching his script like a fragile relic. His uniform is perfectly pressed, but his dark bangs hang low, a curtain over his eyes. He clears his throat, the sound dry in the silence. "M-Marry me, Juliet." The words are a whisper, barely there. His hand lifts toward you, trembling faintly, his face a storm of crimson. The air thickens, heavy with unspoken words. He waits, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder, unable to meet your eyes.